Disclaimer: I don't own Recess, as everyone already knows...
Chapter Two: On The Open Road
Bob was concentrating on the highway in front of him. Ashley was sitting in the front passenger seat, Vince and Lawson were bunked on the front "row", and the two other Ashley's shared the very back. The passing scenery consisted of desert, desert, and more desert. Cactuses were everywhere. Bob was starting to see mirages of camels and pyramids. Heh...that reminded him of when he tried building a pyramid out of mud in sixth grade. Called himself "Pharoah Bob"...
His thoughts were interrupted by some arguing coming from behind him. Darn, and everything had been going so smoothly. He glanced in the rear- view mirror to see what the fuss was all about. Oh...looked like Ashley Q. got bored and decided to steal Lawson's beloved blue cap, and now he was trying to grab it back.
"Gimme my hat!" Lawson demanded, trying to snatch it out of Ashley Q.'s hands.
"Get it yourself, Erwin," she replied, emphasizing the last word in a taunting way.
Bob rolled his eyes. 'I swear,' he thought. 'Sometimes I wonder if she's flirting with him!' Ashley saw her boyfriend was getting exasperated with all the noise, so she turned around to shut them up.
"Guys!" she said. "Quiet please!"
"She started it," Lawson growled, pointing at his "enemy", who stuck her tongue out at him.
Ashley A. glared at her friend. "Give him his hat back, NOW. And stop bothering each other."
Ashley Q. had a irritated look of defeat when she threw the boy his hat back. "Fine. I didn't want it anyway."
Vince was trying to get some sleep, but of course that was impossible with Ashley B. hanging all over him. He got agitated, and finally turned around and yelled,
"WILL YOU PLEASE STOP IT?!!"
"Stop what?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes for added effect.
"Bothering me!"
Lawson was getting fed up with everything and leaned forward to talk to Bob.
"Bob, please," he begged. "Can we stop somewhere and get some fresh air or something? They're driving me crazy!"
Bob was starting to get annoyed with the guests. Ashley was feeling a bit sorry for Lawson, with Ashley Q. being such a bully in the back seat. She leaned over to Bob.
"Bobby, let's just stop somewhere for a few minutes," she suggested. "If they run around for a while, they'll get rid of some excess energy or whatever."
"You make 'em sound like little kids," Bob chuckled. "Okay, I just saw a sign for a rest stop not far from here."
About ten minutes and a million arguments later, they finally reached a lonely gas station. Bob thought it looked deserted, but it would have to do. As soon as they pulled in beside the gas pump, Lawson and Ashley Q. started racing each other to the door. Of course, they both couldn't fit through it at the same time...
"Me first!" Ashley Q. demanded, trying to push herself through the door.
"Why should you be first?" Lawson asked, trying to push HIMself through the door.
"Because I'M a lady, that's why!"
"You? A lady? Ri-ight..."
"Come on, guys!" Bob called while pumping gas. "SOMEBODY has to go first!"
Lawson gave his opponent a mischievious grin. "Okay, you first." With that, he pushed her through the door way, and she nearly killed herself slipping across the recently mopped floor.
"UGH!!" she yelled in frustration, marching towards the ladies room.
Bob let out a sigh. Those two were driving him crazy! In order to keep Vince and Ashley B. from arguing as well, Ashley A. grabbed her friend and started towards the ladies room as well. Meanwhile the guys were piling up on junk food while Bob came in and paid for the gas...and the food.
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"Eighty-five bottles of beer on the wall, eighty-five bottles of beer!" the "backseat gang" sang when they were all back on the road. "Take one down, pass it around! Eighty-four bottles of beer on the wall!"
"At least they're not arguing anymore," Bob said to Ashley, keeping his eye on the road
"Tell me about it."
"I'm getting tired of this song!" Ashley Q. griped.
"Here we go..." Bob muttered, just knowing what was going to happen next.
"Tired of it?" Lawson asked. "We just started! We're not even to eighty bottles of beer yet!"
"So, I'm tired of singing it."
"Then don't sing it, princess."
"Who're you callin' princess?"
"So much for a fun-filled trip," Vince moaned, taking a sip of his Dr. Pepper.
"Vincey," Ashley B. said. "Can I have a drink of your soda? I'm thirsty."
"Then you should have bought your own," Vince remarked, taking another drink.
"You're mean!" Ashley Q. snapped. "She asked you nicely."
"Who you callin' mean?" Lawson asked her. "You're twenty times worse than he is!"
Once again, they all started arguing again. Ashley was getting as tired of it as Bob was. Why couldn't everyone just get along for once? The arguing got so intense, that Bob was paying more attention to them than to the road. Suddenly, the van started bouncing, and everyone shut up.
"What's going on?" Ashley asked Bob, who was trying to keep the van from going in a ditch.
"I don't know," he answered, while pulling over to the side.
Everyone stayed still as Bob got out to see what the deal was. Uh- oh...the tire on the driver's side in the back had blown. Destroyed rubber was everywhere, and the hubcap was dangling. The gang rolled their windows down and peeped out to see what had happened.
"Oh, great!" Ashley Q. complained. "Now what?"
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Chapter Two: On The Open Road
Bob was concentrating on the highway in front of him. Ashley was sitting in the front passenger seat, Vince and Lawson were bunked on the front "row", and the two other Ashley's shared the very back. The passing scenery consisted of desert, desert, and more desert. Cactuses were everywhere. Bob was starting to see mirages of camels and pyramids. Heh...that reminded him of when he tried building a pyramid out of mud in sixth grade. Called himself "Pharoah Bob"...
His thoughts were interrupted by some arguing coming from behind him. Darn, and everything had been going so smoothly. He glanced in the rear- view mirror to see what the fuss was all about. Oh...looked like Ashley Q. got bored and decided to steal Lawson's beloved blue cap, and now he was trying to grab it back.
"Gimme my hat!" Lawson demanded, trying to snatch it out of Ashley Q.'s hands.
"Get it yourself, Erwin," she replied, emphasizing the last word in a taunting way.
Bob rolled his eyes. 'I swear,' he thought. 'Sometimes I wonder if she's flirting with him!' Ashley saw her boyfriend was getting exasperated with all the noise, so she turned around to shut them up.
"Guys!" she said. "Quiet please!"
"She started it," Lawson growled, pointing at his "enemy", who stuck her tongue out at him.
Ashley A. glared at her friend. "Give him his hat back, NOW. And stop bothering each other."
Ashley Q. had a irritated look of defeat when she threw the boy his hat back. "Fine. I didn't want it anyway."
Vince was trying to get some sleep, but of course that was impossible with Ashley B. hanging all over him. He got agitated, and finally turned around and yelled,
"WILL YOU PLEASE STOP IT?!!"
"Stop what?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes for added effect.
"Bothering me!"
Lawson was getting fed up with everything and leaned forward to talk to Bob.
"Bob, please," he begged. "Can we stop somewhere and get some fresh air or something? They're driving me crazy!"
Bob was starting to get annoyed with the guests. Ashley was feeling a bit sorry for Lawson, with Ashley Q. being such a bully in the back seat. She leaned over to Bob.
"Bobby, let's just stop somewhere for a few minutes," she suggested. "If they run around for a while, they'll get rid of some excess energy or whatever."
"You make 'em sound like little kids," Bob chuckled. "Okay, I just saw a sign for a rest stop not far from here."
About ten minutes and a million arguments later, they finally reached a lonely gas station. Bob thought it looked deserted, but it would have to do. As soon as they pulled in beside the gas pump, Lawson and Ashley Q. started racing each other to the door. Of course, they both couldn't fit through it at the same time...
"Me first!" Ashley Q. demanded, trying to push herself through the door.
"Why should you be first?" Lawson asked, trying to push HIMself through the door.
"Because I'M a lady, that's why!"
"You? A lady? Ri-ight..."
"Come on, guys!" Bob called while pumping gas. "SOMEBODY has to go first!"
Lawson gave his opponent a mischievious grin. "Okay, you first." With that, he pushed her through the door way, and she nearly killed herself slipping across the recently mopped floor.
"UGH!!" she yelled in frustration, marching towards the ladies room.
Bob let out a sigh. Those two were driving him crazy! In order to keep Vince and Ashley B. from arguing as well, Ashley A. grabbed her friend and started towards the ladies room as well. Meanwhile the guys were piling up on junk food while Bob came in and paid for the gas...and the food.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Eighty-five bottles of beer on the wall, eighty-five bottles of beer!" the "backseat gang" sang when they were all back on the road. "Take one down, pass it around! Eighty-four bottles of beer on the wall!"
"At least they're not arguing anymore," Bob said to Ashley, keeping his eye on the road
"Tell me about it."
"I'm getting tired of this song!" Ashley Q. griped.
"Here we go..." Bob muttered, just knowing what was going to happen next.
"Tired of it?" Lawson asked. "We just started! We're not even to eighty bottles of beer yet!"
"So, I'm tired of singing it."
"Then don't sing it, princess."
"Who're you callin' princess?"
"So much for a fun-filled trip," Vince moaned, taking a sip of his Dr. Pepper.
"Vincey," Ashley B. said. "Can I have a drink of your soda? I'm thirsty."
"Then you should have bought your own," Vince remarked, taking another drink.
"You're mean!" Ashley Q. snapped. "She asked you nicely."
"Who you callin' mean?" Lawson asked her. "You're twenty times worse than he is!"
Once again, they all started arguing again. Ashley was getting as tired of it as Bob was. Why couldn't everyone just get along for once? The arguing got so intense, that Bob was paying more attention to them than to the road. Suddenly, the van started bouncing, and everyone shut up.
"What's going on?" Ashley asked Bob, who was trying to keep the van from going in a ditch.
"I don't know," he answered, while pulling over to the side.
Everyone stayed still as Bob got out to see what the deal was. Uh- oh...the tire on the driver's side in the back had blown. Destroyed rubber was everywhere, and the hubcap was dangling. The gang rolled their windows down and peeped out to see what had happened.
"Oh, great!" Ashley Q. complained. "Now what?"
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